I have no further business
fading along beside you.
Tragic that you always miss
all the beautiful colors just to feel blue.
My oldest friend,
feel like we’ve been stuck forever at the end.
Saw the splatters from the games you played
and told myself it must have been red kool aid.
I don’t have the answers to this life
but I can try to give the reassurance that you need,
and even if you hold the knife,
I’ll still apologize when you start to bleed.
My oldest friend,
I have no helpful advice to lend.
I sat with you; watched you fade
saw the drops and told myself it was just red kool aid.
We jump from passing trains
hoping to catch a small breeze,
while life slips through fingers like grains;
dropping each little piece with ease.
I can tell you the water’s fine
but I can’t force you to stick your foot in.
I can bait you with promise of another line,
but that’s not the way I want to win.
My oldest friend,
I see the breaks and wounds I cannot mend.
Saw you torn apart and flayed,
told myself the puddles were just red kool aid.
You were always waiting
for the stars to line up just right.
Spent years anticipating
for them to provide you a guiding light.
My oldest friend,
I’m waiting to hear from you round the bend.
I shed tears and sweat, and even prayed,
dreamt of you lying in a bath of red kool aid.
My oldest friend,
feel like we’ve been stuck forever at the end.
Saw the splatters from the games you played
and told myself it must have been red kool aid.